A blind woman came to me
And told me I looked so sad
A homeless man took my hand
And gave me all that he had
The wealthiest man in town
Has only one pair of shoes
The prettiest girl I know
Somehow still sings the blues
You're not who you are
You're not how you look
You're not what you think
You're what you're fighting for
I blame it on my instincts
And then I turn it on you
I'm caving in on myself
But merely stuck in the truth
The road to success gives way
And now we're all lost at sea
I blame it on yours instincts
And then I blame it on me
Oh, I'm not who I am
I'm not how I look
I'm not what I think
I'm what I'm fighting for